ACM E’nome of Blue Belleroth
Mm? E’nome glanced up from pruning her little plot in the kitchen gardens, her interest caught by the draconic summons. That mindvoice definitely wasn’t Belleroth’s, as grumpy as it sounded. Her blue was presently snoozing on their weyrledge, for the most part uninterested in E’nome’s morning routine—which usually began with tending to a patch of the gardens, before she’d then tackle her unending list of daily tasks.
Bubbles chirruped excitedly from her shoulder, a sudden flurry of jumbled images inserting themselves into E’nome’s clever mind as the little green leapt into flight. “Bubs! Where’re you going, dear—?” She murmured, even as the cheery—and cheeky!—flit abruptly disappeared between.
E’nome sighed and sat back on her haunches, her fingertips already coated in a fine layer of crumbly earth, as she mentally sorted through Bubbles’ pictures. Once the jumbled images were in order, and that paired with what the grumpy dragon had said.. Ah. So that’s where that cheeky little sweetheart of hers had gone. “A flit hatching! Of course.”
She chuckled, rising to her feet as she quickly dusted off her hands. Looks like somebody wants a new friend. Well, it couldn’t hurt to have an extra helping hand, in the form of an second firelizard..
Mm, Belleroth, how does a second flit sound, my dear? E’nome sent, the bluerider already hurriedly ambling off on her way to find this Sakura’s weyr. A sleepy rumble answered the smiling woman, followed by: …Fine. That sounds fine. Please don’t let it be an annoyingly chirpy climber; I get enough of that already from Bubbles. I’m not a firelizard playground, you know! E’nome’s eyes twinkled merrily at that, though she was by now inside the Weyr’s caverns.
Some time later, a familiar chirping drew her in to the open entryway of Sakura’s weyr; and E’nome promptly stepped through to find that several flit-hopefuls were already in the room. Some even holding freshly hatched flits, most of whom Bubbles seemed to be so-very-cheerfully greeting/welcoming into the world from midair. “Ah, Bubbles, there you are, you cheeky sweetheart! Come here.” Her voice was warm and kindly affectionate, though her tone did sharpen somewhat upon the last phrase. The bubbly green immediately obeyed the tacit order, swiftly resettling herself upon Enome’s shoulder once more. She turned to Sakura—whom she’d correctly deduced must be the bluerider standing next to the gold firelizard and her eggs—with a smile. “Hello, you must be Sakura. I’m E’nome of Blue Belleroth, assistant Candidatemaster and Minuet wingrider. These lovely little flits are such a joy, aren’t they? I’d love a second, if it’s not too much trouble, dear?”